"Is that who I think it is?" Scott asked as he walked into Stiles' kitchen. Danny nervously nodded in the affirmative. Lydia was sitting in the living room. Scott could hear her apologizing to Stiles over and over again. He gingerly stepped over the corpse and looked at them. Lydia was wearing a pair of Stiles sweatpants and one of his lacrosse jerseys. She was lying on the sofa, her head in Stiles' lap. He was running his hands through her damp hair.

"I had to help her with the shower," Danny explained as he pulled Scott back into the kitchen. The blood had already congealed and looked more black than red. "She was a mess, Scott. She hasn't told anyone anything. Yet. It was an accident."

"Unlike what we've been doing," Scott sighed as he leaned against Danny. They were in way over their heads. "What do we do with her? I mean, that is Stiles' mom's body. It smells like her."

Danny blinked in surprise. "How do you know what she smells like?"

"Stiles dad still has her clothes hanging in his closet. She's been dead over fifteen years, and he still has her clothes. Does he know?" Scott wanted to vomit. He'd never met the woman. When his dad left, Stiles' dad had become like a second father. How could he handle telling him that his wife had died a second time?

"We're not sure. He's been in some sort of weird trance," Danny answered.

Scott felt Danny drape his arm around his shoulders. It was probably an unconscious act, but Scott didn't mind. Any human contact at that moment would only help. He breathed deeply the scent of Armani in the hopes it would block out Mrs. Stilinski's blood, but it did no good.

"Hey, Scott," Lydia said with a tiny wave as she walked into the kitchen. She was holding onto Stiles' arm to steady herself. Scott noticed she was barefoot. "I see Danny finally got a hold of you."

"In more ways than one," Stiles added in a monotone voice.

Danny stepped away as Scott shrugged his shoulders. Lydia looked at them but said nothing.

"They wouldn't tell me anything, Scott. Who is this woman? Is there some kind of shape shifting werewolf curse?" Stiles asked as he stared at the dead body on his kitchen floor. "I need to know how to explain all of the bloodstains on the walls to my dad."

"I screwed up. Bad," Danny confessed.

Scott wanted to step up and claim responsibility. He wanted to pull Danny aside and talk him out of what he was about to do. He wanted to bolt from the room and never look back. Instead, all Scott McCall did was lean against the wall and avoid looking at anyone else in the room.

"Danny, no offence, but you're pretty new to this whole thing. See, you don't have magical abilities to raise the dead and you didn't stab anybody," Stiles said. Scott heard Lydia flinch, but Stiles continued. "So, again, no offence, but I find it hard to believe that you have anything to do with, well, anything."

"Do you still have it, Scott?" Danny asked.

Reluctantly, Scott looked up at his friend and saw the pained pleading in his eyes. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the stone. It looked so insignificant and unimportant that for a second Scott doubted it really had any involvement in anything that had happened the last several weeks.

"It's a rock," Stiles said blankly.

"It's how she came back, Stiles," Scott replied with significant effort. The fact that honesty was becoming difficult was one that worried him. "That is your mother's body, but she wasn't in it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Stiles voice was low and filled with anger. "Are you saying you actually killed my mom?"

"She was going to kill you first," Lydia offered. Nobody acknowledged what she said.

Taking the stone from Scott's outstretch hand, Danny sat it on the counter. "It's true, Stiles. I brought her back accidentally. I brought a lot of people back. Scott is the one who helped me keep it covered up."

In a fit of rage, Stiles threw Lydia off and charged across the room and punched Danny in the jaw. Scott grabbed Stiles from behind and held him back. It didn't stop Stiles from screaming at the room.

"You assholes don't get to do this! You don't get to play games like this. I don't even know what the hell this has done to my dad. He can't talk! He's just shut down. I almost died. And you say this was an ACCIDENT? What the hell were you doing that this was just an accident?"

Lydia pushed Scott out of the way and whirled Stiles around. He was breathing heavily and his nostrils were flaring. She put a hand on each shoulder and told him to calm down. Then she kneed him in the groin.

Stiles collapsed on the floor in a heap.

"That's for throwing me into the wall. If you're going to go crazy, that's fine. I've been there. Just don't be an abusive ass about it."

Scott knelt down to make sure Stiles was okay. He got a hand in his face shoving him away for his troubles, so he walked over and checked on Danny.

"Are you alright?"

"Nothing a bag of peas wouldn't cure," Danny laughed nervously. Scott smiled.

There was a loud smashing sound and Scott looked over and saw Lydia holding a mallet used for tenderizing meat. He also saw the stone in pieces.

"I was expecting that to take more than one hit," she said simply.

TW

Allison hated being left out. She was eating lunch alone because none of her friends bothered to show up for school. The calls from Scott's mom and Lydia's parents asking her if she knew why they never came home would be worrying if she hadn't received a text from Lydia the night before telling her to lie and say she was at Allison's if her parents called. She tried calling Lydia back and texting her but got not no response.

After school, Allison was supposed to hang out with her cousin and show her around Beacon Hills, but it was looking more and more likely that she'd have to cancel and rescue her friends from whatever idiocy they'd gotten themselves involved in.

"Since when do you fly solo?"

"Not now, Isaac," Allison said as she angrily chewed on her mac and cheese.

"I just noticed that everyone else is away but you. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, even Danny. It's kinda weird he started hanging out with you guys right after Jackson died."

Allison grunted her disapproval of the conversation, but Isaac ignored her and sat down. He reached for one of her french fries and had to jerk his hand back when Allison tried to stab him with her fork.

"Touchy, much?" Isaac asked as he gave Allison a lewd grin.

"Is there something you want or should I just shoot you in the face with an arrow?" Allison sighed in resignation.

Isaac chewed on his thumb before answering. "Derek wanted me to tell Scott that we're still looking for Peter. That's all."

"What?"

"You don't know? Derek's precious uncle bolted shortly after Stiles and Scott were asking if being bit by a werewolf makes you... Oh, would you look at that? It's time for me to run."

Too infuriated by the conversation she just had to eat, Allison pulled out her cell phone and tried calling her boyfriend again. He didn't answer. None of her missing friends did.

TW

"She's gone," Scott announced as he walked into the living room of the Stilinski room. Danny was sitting on the couch drinking a glass of water. "How are things on your end?"

"Lydia and Stiles are still bleaching down the kitchen. I'm on a union break," Danny answered wryly. "What did you do with her?"

"Same thing I did with the rest."

"Which means you aren't going to tell any of us," Danny mused as he took a sip. "I should probably get back to work."

"Danny, what did you do with the stone?" Scott asked as he sat beside him on the sofa. "You said you were going to take care of it."

"I flushed it, Scott. Better that nobody else be able to use it." Danny stood up, but Scott grabbed him by the wrist. "Yeah?"

"Do you still have time to talk?"

They both looked into the kitchen and saw Stiles and Lydia bickering as they scrubbed the blood from the wall. If any of them had stopped to think, they'd realize just how terrifyingly casual they were all being about it.

"Let's go upstairs. Mr. Stilinski is finally asleep and it doesn't seem like he'll be up anytime soon," Danny suggested. Scott nervously followed his up the stairs. He caught a glimpse of Lydia and Stiles peering around the corner and watching.

Scott led Danny to Stiles' room, and locked the door behind them. He settled himself on Stiles bed and Danny opted for one of the computer chairs. There was several minutes of awkward silence before Danny finally asked Scott what he wanted to talk about.

"It's about the kissing, isn't it?"

While he never looked up from the floor, Scott nodded.

"Sometimes straight guys experiment, Scott. It's perfectly normal. I mean, I don't know how many guys on the lacrosse team I've had drunk dial me trying to hook up. And Stiles is always hitting on me."

"Stiles is harmless," Scott assured Danny. He looked up when he heard Danny laugh.

"Sorry, but the fact that you thought you had to tell me that the class idiot was 'harmless' is hysterical. Especially after he punched me in the face and it didn't even bruise."

"Lay off him. It's not his fault he's an idiot," Scott chuckled as he caught Danny's eyes. His tone dropped to a serious one. "I love Allison."

"I know," Danny agreed. "Scott, whether you're straight, bisexual, pansexual, or just confused it doesn't matter. You're still you. And you love Allison. That's fine."

"It's not fine that I kissed you. You seem to keep glossing over that."

"Because it's not a big deal. Everyone wants to kiss me. I'm very kissable. It's part of my charm." Danny held his arms out and looked up to the ceiling as Scott giggled. "So you kissed someone else. Who cares? Allison doesn't know."

"At some point, I'm going to need to learn that secrets are a bad thing," Scott laughed. "And I should probably start by saying it."

"It?" Danny smiled as he clasped his hands.

"I'm bisexual. Or bi-curious. I'm bi-something."

"Bi-something it is, then," Danny agreed as he stood up, arms outstretched. "Welcome to the family."

"Thanks," Scott smiled as he hugged Danny, lifting him off the ground. "Oh, I have one other secret."

"What?" Danny asked as he motioned for Scott to put him down.

Scott held his hand to his lips and quietly walked over to the door. He unlocked it and pulled it open. Lydia and Stiles were crouched and nervously smiled at the two.

"I take it you two forgot about the hearing?" Scott asked as he pulled a hunk of wax out of his ear and flicked it onto Stiles' floor.

"Whatever," Lydia said as she stood up. "Congrats on liking guys, Scott. Now will you two get down here and help us?"

"So, you're gay?" Stiles asked as he and Scott followed Lydia and Danny.

"No..." Scott reiterated. "I am not gay."

"But you're into dudes."

"Yes," Scott sighed. He knew what was coming. "I'm pretty sure I like guys, and I'm going to tell Allison about it tonight. About everything."

Scott almost tripped down the stairs when Danny stopped right in from of him.

"Okay, not everything. But I have to tell her something. Lydia, can you help me tell her?" Scott pleaded.

"I guess," Lydia sighed. "I've been dodging her calls all day. Get your ass in the kitchen while I make a call. And make me a sandwich. I'm hungry."

Scott watched as Lydia walked into the living room, then he watched as Danny walked into the kitchen. He then noticed that Stiles was watching him.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm hot?"

"You're not my type," Scott laughed as he walked into the kitchen.

Stiles threw up his hands in frustration. "Why does every gay guy say that to me?"

TW

Hollywood told her that things struck at night in the woods. Reality told her that it happened in daylight at the mall. All she had been doing was waiting in the parking lot of the mall for her cousin. Now, she ran for her life, cutting between cars as something chased her. Something big. Rory was scared.

There was the sound of something scraping on metal, like a car being keyed. Rory's mind raced. She wanted to scream for help, but her voice wouldn't work. It took everything she had to keep running even though her chest felt like it was on fire and she had a stitch in her side.

But as fast as she ran, the thing chasing her was faster. A shadow flitted over her, blocking the sun for a second. A large mass of teeth and fur landed in front of her. The last thing Rory saw were its red eyes.

TW

"You owed me food for blowing me off for ages," Allison explained as she sat in a booth with Scott and Lydia. She was annoyed that Scott was acting upset about paying for food for three people.

"Couldn't it at least be good food?" Scott complained as he opened his wallet. "I only have twenty-three dollars. Take it easy on me. Please? I still have to get gas tonight."

"I'll think about it," Allison reasoned as she looked at the menu. "Lydia said you had some big secret to spill?"

"She what?" Scott looked at Lydia who shrugged as she pored through her own menu. "Fine, yes, there is something."

There was a few moments of silence as Scott struggled to think of what to say. It was only interrupted by the waitress asking if they were ready to order. Allison got a small sub and soda. Lydia ordered a steak and coffee. Scott cried into his wallet and asked for water.

"Just tell her already!" Lydia sighed as she began playing with the salt shaker.

"What did you do, Scott?" Allison glared at him. "I've put up with way too much of your crap for you to drag this out."

"I didn't do anything!" Scott protested as Lydia rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine, so maybe I did something, but I had good intentions."

"Scott..." Allison was annoyed by his stalling.

He looked to Lydia, who shrugged at him and started unscrewing the lid to the salt shaker. She stuck her finger in it and then licked the salt off.

"I like dudes," Scott said before hiding his face behind his arms.

"You're gay?" Allison asked in a deadpan voice. "No offence, Scott, but we've had sex and you seemed into it at the time."

"I'm not gay," Scott sighed. "I like guys, but I also like gals."

"Huh?"

"He'd bisexual, you dumb bitch," Lydia offered casually.

"You are?" Allison asked as she gave Lydia a healthy dose of side-eye.

"Yes? I think," Scott answered. "It's kind of confusing, but I wanted you to know."

"We're not having a threesome with Stiles."

Lydia dropped the salt shaker and it spilled into Scott's lap as she laughed.

"I don't want to have sex with Stiles," Scott said flatly.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"Do YOU want to have sex with Stiles?" Scott asked Allison with a pronounced finger point.

Her face was one of distaste. "Of course not!"

"That's how you know." Scott finally realized his lap was full of salt. He grabbed a pinch of it and threw it in Lydia's face, but she kept laughing. "Why are you even here?"

"Free food and you stupidly thought I'd be supportive," Lydia answered as she tried to calm herself. "I have no idea where you got that idea."

"Neither do I," Scott grumbled as he brushed what salt he could onto the floor.

The waitress interrupted to bring around the drinks. Lydia tried her best to compose herself so she wouldn't spill her coffee. Scott glowered and took his water. Allison thanked the waitress as she accepted her soda, then pointed out that the salt shaker was empty.

"I'm sorry," the waitress apologized. "I hate when kids unscrew those things so other people make a mess."

She took the shaker from the table and walked away. Allison glared at Lydia, who for her part was shaking with silent laughter.

"I'm glad you shared this with me, Scott," Allison finally said as she held out her hand to him. He took it and held it in his own. "It's going to be an adjustment, but I'm pretty sure you're worth it."

"I'm not," Lydia interrupted. Scott and Allison both gave her death glares. "What?"

"Now, while I've got you here, any other secrets you've been hiding from me?"Allison asked playfully.

"OW!" Scott yelled as Lydia kicked him under the table. A few people nearby looked at them, and he ducked down into his seat.

"You're telling her. Or I am," Lydia warned. "And I won't sugarcoat it."

"Fine," Scott said as he rubbed his leg. Being a werewolf meant he healed more quickly than the average person, but he could still feel pain. "Allison, there is something else."

"What is it? Is it why Isaac was sniffing around me at lunch while you guys were ditching me?"

"What did he say to you? What does he know?" Scott's voice was more panicked than he had intended.

Allison eyed him curiously. "Just that I'm supposed to tell you they're looking for Peter. Scott, what did you do now?"

"I didn't do it! Danny did it!" Scott asserted. Lydia kicked him again. "Fine, Danny did it and I helped him cover it up. Happy now?"

"I'm on my way to happy, but I wouldn't say I'm there quite yet." Lydia turned a half-empty bottle of ketchup upside down and watched its contents slide around. "Keep going, McCall."

"Fine," Scott groused as he turned back to Allison. "So, Danny started raising the dead and I helped him re-kill them."

"Seriously?" Allison sounded confused.

"Yeah. Stiles' mom happened to be one of them. Lydia offed her last night. That's why we gone all day."

"It's not as fun as it sounds," Lydia told Allison as she pulled at the jersey she was wearing. "That's why I look like crap today. Apparently teenage boys tend not to be fond of keeping clothes at their house for teenage girls."

Allison just sat and processed. The waitress brought over their food. Scott drank his water nervously, waiting for somebody to say something.

"This steak is bland. I should send it back," Lydia complained.

"You are not sending it back. This is a steakhouse. Just enjoy your food that cost half my paycheck," Scott ordered.

"Rude," Lydia replied. "And that waitress never brought back our salt."

"I'm going to the bathroom," Allison finally said as she finished her sub.

"Want me to come with you?" Lydia asked as sat her knife and fork on her plate.

"I think I'm gonna fly solo this time."

Scott watched her leave, then looked at Lydia. She kicked him again.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"That was for kissing Danny, you douche! I don't care about zombies or your sexual confusion right now. I care about you not hurting my friend. That's the only reason I haven't said anything about Danny or her mom. You dick."

"I'm going to go pay the bill. Eat your free food and pop a Midol."